Piss Poor

[couchgrouch]

Piss PoorI saw that well-dressed strangera-comin' up the roadwhat he thought was a scarecrowwas just Granpa Joadthat stranger spied a toileta-sittin' on the lawncracked with wild petunias inside growin' strongGranpa met him in the barnyardsaid, 'what can I do ya forI'd offer you fresh waterbut our well is piss poor"well, the old barn doorwas covered by tumbleweedsthe dead oak 'round the backporchwas a hive for bumblebeesGranpa said there's a flubugdroppin' my poultries in the dirtthat rusty weathervane roosterwas my best Thanksgiving birdand the nearest restroomis ten miles to the General Storeas you see our throne is brokenand our outhouse is piss poor"then ol' Granpa Joad asked what he owedand sweettalked that revenue manif he failed the audit, it's years since he bought itbut he'd give his sow to Uncle SamI watched through field glassesfrom a perch on that barna tail of dust behind that taxmanwhen he hightailed it from that farmnow, we've got stills in the outhousea case of cash down the wellfifty inch flatscreen and a new dishhidden by some haybalesand Granpa's got a shotgunhe'd use as a last resortbut till then dirty tricks makethe stinking rich smell piss poor(c)2005 Robert George